Mother Like No Other

His question caused her ears to fall back, and inwardly, Regulus winced at the clear discomfort he’d just thrown his mother into. The way her eyes widened just slightly, and flicked down as though she were thinking hard. The next several seconds, he listened while she explained, and tried to wrap his head around it all. Cousin Amalia wanted children. Aunt Athena - now how on earth did that happen, anyways? That your aunt could be your cousin, too. - couldn’t give children. Why not? She was a female, wasn’t she? She could give birth. So far as he knew, puppies just happened, not long after the mother got really… round about the middle. He was not about to insinuate that his mother had ever been fat.

But if puppies just happened… Why would they need his father? For that matter, if puppies just happened, how was his father even his father? Back to the matter at hand. His mother was confused, upset. She just wanted everyone to be happy. Cinder chose that moment to speak up. Clearly she had been paying more attention to the lessons his mother had given him and his sisters that he had. "B'fhéidir, san fhadtréimhse, beidh tú a bheith sásta go bhfuil tú in iúl dó cabhrú?" He looked down at his companion as she stepped from between his paws to get a better look at his mother.

He thought a moment, before asking, curiously, "An mbeadh na páistí a bheith ar mo deirfiúracha? Nó mo chol ceathracha? Bheadh ​​siad teaghlach?" After another moment of thinking he said, finally, "I mo thuairimse ... Ba cheart duit a rá yes. Tar éis an tsaoil, tá sé ach uair amháin, ceart?" He just wanted his mother to be alright again.

"Agus b'fhéidir nach mbeidh Aintín Athena fiú gá Athair sa deireadh. B'fhéidir go mbainfidh sí a aimsiú deartháir eile a chabhróidh?" He suggested hopefully. If that happened, everyone would be happy; Mother, Father, Aunt Athena, and Amalia, and everyone else in the family. Right?